A prose poem about rain: rain in early summer
Lean against the window
Enjoy the green eyes outside the window.
Swing with the wind
Rain in early summer
Wandering in the dream at the turn of spring and summer
soft landing
Vague and confused eyes.
Rain in early summer
Invite you and me.
Clear your brain quickly.
Close your eyes slowly.
Hold your breath gently.
Quietly lean against the window and listen to the rain.
Feel quietly:
The smell of rain
Yude taste
The emotion of rain
Rain in early summer
It is as soft as spring rain.
As touching as autumn rain.
Rain in early summer
I finally got tangled up
I feel a little damp.
Release a different mentality.
Prose Poem on Rain II: Rain in the South
Rain in the south
carefully
densely
Not fully expressing one's views
Wonderland-like fog
As affectionate as a graceful girl.
Intermittent rain
Tick tock, tick tock
A bluestone dent dripping from the eaves.
Remember the vicissitudes of the Millennium
Under the oil-paper umbrella
In Guxiang.
The tenderness of young people
protracted
A sparrow.
Looking at a doll that looks like a loach
The wind is blowing.
Conical wicker
The lake is full of willow flowers.
The little fish stared at her eyes.
Competing for its favorite stamen
Who is it? I come from a water town.
Often on a boat with a small stern.
Under the drizzle
Wearing a brown hat
Raise your head.
Look at the pavilion by the water.
Listen to the sound of nudging the wooden window? Cheep?
Beautiful women who like to wear white pajamas
Giggling when you push the window.
remain fresh in one's memory
blush
Stare at others
Standing still
The leisure of small bridges and flowing water
The ship crossed the bridge.
The chase for wild ducks
The raindrops on the bridge deck are like strings of beads.
Opposite the pavilion in the distance.
It's coming.
The agitation of piano music
Restored tenderness and softness.
Mixed with sadness.
inch by inch
Such rain
Moisturizes the green of Yushan, my hometown.
Such rain
Moisturizes the loess in my hometown of Qinchuan.
Such rain
Ripples in Lake piedmont.
Aroused the heart of a paper fan covered with jade curtains.
Such rain
Washed away my wandering heart.
Stay, stay?
On Rain in Prose Poems: Rain in Ripples
It is raining,
The sky is dark,
The weeping willows are cold,
Independent umbrella support in empty roadway.
Flowers bloom and fall,
It will be rainy and sunny,
People always have joys and sorrows,
The moon also bows.
Fate comes from burning oil,
Fate gives the shadow of loneliness,
Everything is decided by heaven,
What a waste of effort.
Have a beautiful heart,
Dream back and meet for the first time,
Poetry can be traced back decades,
The worst fact in the world.
Heart-to-heart geese are hard to believe,
Dark songs, whispers, tears,
Solve doubts and doubts, rebuild a stream,
I want to establish contact with each other.
Jingshan is long and treading,
Looking for fragrant heels in dangerous streams,
Real gold opens the stone,
Hand in hand before traveling.